This year was the first year of my life that I mourned for the Family of our dear Prophet صَلَّى ٱللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَآلِهِ وَسَلَّمَ.
The ten days of mourning for Aba Abdillah (as) softened my heart more than the entirety of my life’s prayers and worship. As lovers of AhlulBayt (as), our life in this dunya will always be made difficult, but as someone who has lived on the other side, my life has never been better. Sacrifice exists on both sides because this world is cruel regardless, but the sacrifices we make have value and meaning attached to them. Our sacrifice is rewarded in the form of peace for our souls. We fight our nafs and mourn for Sayyida Fatimah (SA) and watch the way it brings tranquility in our hearts. Allah has blessed us, the Husseinis, “there is a favour upon us which the enemy cannot touch”.
What struck me most wasn’t the theology but the moral imagination behind it. You refuse to let Karbala become a sealed chapter of history; you insist that remembrance has ethical consequences in the present. Whether one shares your faith or not, that’s a powerful challenge. I do wonder, though, whether explaining suffering primarily through sacred history risks obscuring its very human architects. Tyranny doesn’t persist because evil is metaphysical; it persists because ordinary people, institutions, and states repeatedly choose silence or complicity. Perhaps that’s what makes Karbala endure—not as proof that history repeats itself, but as a warning that injustice survives whenever we fail to interrupt it. A deeply moving piece.
“Every lament is but a love letter.” What an incredibly powerful piece. 🥺
Thank you dear Sanaa ❤️
سبحان الله
What a beautiful piece.
This year was the first year of my life that I mourned for the Family of our dear Prophet صَلَّى ٱللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَآلِهِ وَسَلَّمَ.
The ten days of mourning for Aba Abdillah (as) softened my heart more than the entirety of my life’s prayers and worship. As lovers of AhlulBayt (as), our life in this dunya will always be made difficult, but as someone who has lived on the other side, my life has never been better. Sacrifice exists on both sides because this world is cruel regardless, but the sacrifices we make have value and meaning attached to them. Our sacrifice is rewarded in the form of peace for our souls. We fight our nafs and mourn for Sayyida Fatimah (SA) and watch the way it brings tranquility in our hearts. Allah has blessed us, the Husseinis, “there is a favour upon us which the enemy cannot touch”.
Thank you so much 🫶🏼 Well said — alhumdulillah, it is our greatest blessing, a favor from the most merciful indeed 🤍
“Every lament is but a love letter” what an incredible powerful piece. Touched my heart 🥺
thank you so much 🥺❤️
What struck me most wasn’t the theology but the moral imagination behind it. You refuse to let Karbala become a sealed chapter of history; you insist that remembrance has ethical consequences in the present. Whether one shares your faith or not, that’s a powerful challenge. I do wonder, though, whether explaining suffering primarily through sacred history risks obscuring its very human architects. Tyranny doesn’t persist because evil is metaphysical; it persists because ordinary people, institutions, and states repeatedly choose silence or complicity. Perhaps that’s what makes Karbala endure—not as proof that history repeats itself, but as a warning that injustice survives whenever we fail to interrupt it. A deeply moving piece.